Madame Spider

How many flies
have you caught
Madame Spider
How many flies
trapped in your tangled lies
drawn by honeyed flesh
How many flies
have met their end
with you sucking it out
How many flies
will you break
until your hunger ends

The emptiness inside
Is a hunger denied
Fed by love, is it
Starving, raging, and unfit
With you torn-down flies
And shallow little empty lies
Your void only grows.